Can't Do Nuttin' For Ya Man - Full Rub Mix
Bass for your face
Bass for your face
Bass for your face
Yeah, boy
(Ohh)
Runnin' for your life (by the knife)
Runnin' from your wife (yipes)
You should've stuck with home
Of your mind to blow your dome
It was you that chose your due
You built a maze you can't get through
I tried to help you all I can
Now I can't do nuttin' for you man
I can't do nuttin' for ya man
You got all these people on your back now
I can't do nuttin' for ya man
Flavor Flav got problems of his own
I can't do nuttin' for you man
Go lean on shells (answer man)
I can't do nuttin' for ya man
You jumped out of the jelly into a jam
Makin' love to wrong instead of right
Not a thief cat burglar through the night
Cop told your girl, her name was Shirl
About a rooftop crime to steal her pearls
Uzi down the bullets in the gun
Just microwave themselves a ton
Lord, you tried to help them all they can
But they couldn't do nuttin' for ya man
I can't do nuttin' for ya man
It's just the choice of time
They couldn't do nuttin' for ya man
You G, listen
Flavor Flav is the sun
Public Enemy number one
Gotcha runnin' from the gun (pow)
Of a brain that weighs a ton
Can't face my facts that's on the shelf
'Cause you want a hand out for your wealth
Eatin' welfare turkey out of the can
I can't do nuttin' for ya man
I can't do nuttin' for ya man
You want six dollars for what?
I can't do nuttin' for ya man
You better, man, kiss my but
I can't do nuttin' for ya man
I'm busy tryin' to do for me
I can't do nuttin' for ya man
That's the way the ball bounces, G
Bass for your face (yo man)
Bass for your face (I can't do nuttin')
Bass for your face (nuttin' for ya)
Bass for your face (I tried to tell you)
Rock that shit homie (yo, G)
Rock that shit homie (listen)
Rock that shit homie (I ain't tryin to hear)
Rock that shit homie (I ain't tryin' to hear that)
Kick that shit (you on welfare)
Kick that shit (your mother got gold nipples)
Kick that shit (you got a rip in your couch)
Kick that shit (wash your butt)
Call my gang
Call my gang
Call my gang
Call my gang
Yeah, boy
Yeah, boy
Yeah, boy
Yeah, boy
Dope
Bass for your face
Bass for your face
Yeah, boy
(Ohh)
Runnin' for your life (by the knife)
Runnin' from your wife (yipes)
You should've stuck with home
Of your mind to blow your dome
It was you that chose your due
You built a maze you can't get through
I tried to help you all I can
Now I can't do nuttin' for you man
I can't do nuttin' for ya man
You got all these people on your back now
I can't do nuttin' for ya man
Flavor Flav got problems of his own
I can't do nuttin' for you man
Go lean on shells (answer man)
I can't do nuttin' for ya man
You jumped out of the jelly into a jam
Makin' love to wrong instead of right
Not a thief cat burglar through the night
Cop told your girl, her name was Shirl
About a rooftop crime to steal her pearls
Uzi down the bullets in the gun
Just microwave themselves a ton
Lord, you tried to help them all they can
But they couldn't do nuttin' for ya man
I can't do nuttin' for ya man
It's just the choice of time
They couldn't do nuttin' for ya man
You G, listen
Flavor Flav is the sun
Public Enemy number one
Gotcha runnin' from the gun (pow)
Of a brain that weighs a ton
Can't face my facts that's on the shelf
'Cause you want a hand out for your wealth
Eatin' welfare turkey out of the can
I can't do nuttin' for ya man
I can't do nuttin' for ya man
You want six dollars for what?
I can't do nuttin' for ya man
You better, man, kiss my but
I can't do nuttin' for ya man
I'm busy tryin' to do for me
I can't do nuttin' for ya man
That's the way the ball bounces, G
Bass for your face (yo man)
Bass for your face (I can't do nuttin')
Bass for your face (nuttin' for ya)
Bass for your face (I tried to tell you)
Rock that shit homie (yo, G)
Rock that shit homie (listen)
Rock that shit homie (I ain't tryin to hear)
Rock that shit homie (I ain't tryin' to hear that)
Kick that shit (you on welfare)
Kick that shit (your mother got gold nipples)
Kick that shit (you got a rip in your couch)
Kick that shit (wash your butt)
Call my gang
Call my gang
Call my gang
Call my gang
Yeah, boy
Yeah, boy
Yeah, boy
Yeah, boy
Dope
Credits
Writer(s): Eric T. Sadler, William Jonathan Drayton, Keith M. Boxley
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